Easiest creamy pasta! Ever. Well, today. At least right now.
I bet you’re craving those kinds of meals that make themselves. You’ve got a lot to do, man! All your Christmas shopping, baking, party planning, outfit-laying-out, eggnog gulping (<–I’ve never had proper eggnog, can you believe that? Is it grody? Would it give me chest hair?)
This pasta is your key to life. It’s super simple, but it has a few layers of flavor that will kick you in the face. Not really a kick. More like a love pat. From its foot.
I feel like winter begs for Italian sausage. Never mind the fact that every day all year for me calls for Italian sausage. But especially in the wintertime! Oh, remember the snow thing I mentioned last week, that was all set to happen this week? GONE. Not gonna happen. We were supposed to get 1-3 inches tomorrow, but it’s vanished from the forecast, thus resulting in a mental decapitation within my soul. I’m freaking dreaming of a White Christmas, dang it! (<–my fist is in the air right now.)
Anyway, Italian sausage blah blah blah. Brown it. And add some chopped-up sun dried tomatoes while you’re at it. This is make you happier in life.
It’s honestly so basic and so ridic delish. The sauce goes like this:
1 can of fire-roasted tomatoes, whizzed in a food processor. That, plus 1 cup of chicken stock, plus 1/3 cup of cream. That’s it! It’s a creamy tomato sauce. But not too thick and gloopy. It’s smoother, sort of like Frank Sinatra’s aura. That’s Frank Sinatra sauce in your pasta.
The innards go like this:
Sausage and sun dried tomatoes, plus an F150 of chopped kale, and short pasta. I used pipette! Mostly because it rhymes with Babette, and I’m clinically obsessed with her right now. She ate oatmeal, you know?
Oh oh oh! Another key element to this pasta dish slash your life merriment? Toasted breadcrumbs. Just one slice of bread, wheat or white or whatev, give it a blitz in a food processor until it’s good and crumbly. Then you can let it sit out and stale up, or shove it in the toaster for a few minutes to brown up and crisp up. Whatever happens to the breadcrumbs, it’s up. Hahaha! Oh.
The breadcrumbs plus the powdery parmesan – DUDETTE. (<–rhymes with Babette. You know.)
Sorry I’m so hyper.
Make this pronto, yo!
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